Can't see too much of the future
In this vacuum where I spend my days
A form of the usual functions
Cut then copy and paste
See me through, I need it too
I can't say much anymore
Afraid to say I need you too
I can't say much anymore
Fasten my belt in the back seat
I hear it saves lives
In the poll of the public opinion
We're agreed that we don't like to die
Wait in line for a veiled clock
It just ticks and it tocks
Pick a card, never made me see
That this way's not for me
I've been from fear to rage
I've been a mile away
I've been from fear to rage
I've been a mile away
I kiss you goodbye
If something's a goodbye